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Giggles drifted across the garden. She whirled and saw the three Ingalls children peeking at her through the cornstalks. Peeking, laughing, pointing—and holding a slingshot.
“You shot me!” she exclaimed.
The boy raised the slingshot, taking aim at her again. Anger zipped through Annie. She threw down her hoe, yanked off her gloves and took off after them. The children—completely taken by surprise—squealed and raced away.
They were small and quick, but Annie was mad. She chased them down the rows until they broke free into the meadow. Easily she passed the youngest child, left behind by the older two. Arms and legs churning, Annie pursued them down the hill to the edge of the woods.
She caught them both by the backs of their shirts and yanked them to a stop. The girl screamed. The boy tried to dart away, but Annie scooped him up under her arm and grabbed the girl’s wrist.
“Be still!” Annie commanded.
They didn’t, of course. A new cry joined their wails. Annie saw the youngest girl standing nearby, unsure of what to do.
“Run, Cassie, run!” the oldest girl shouted. “Run and hide!”
“Come over here!” Annie told her.
“No! Don’t!” the boy called, squirming. “Run away! Run fast!”
Annie gave him a shake. “Be still! All of you!”
The children stared up at her, their eyes wide and their mouths open. This, surely, was not the response they’d expected when they’d picked Annie for slingshot target practice. They quieted.
“All right, that’s better. Now, come here.” Annie led the oldest girl to the shade of the trees. “Sit.” When she did, Annie dropped the boy beside her. The youngest girl darted to her brother and sister and squeezed between them.
Annie stood over the three children, catching her breath. All had brown eyes and dark hair, the girls with long braids, the boy with bangs that would need trimming soon. Dirt smudged their faces. The girls’ dresses were soiled; the boy’s skinny knee showed through a rip in his trousers.
Grimy, disheveled, unkempt. Still, they were beautiful children. It would have been hard to be angry at them if Annie’s backside didn’t hurt so much.
She bent down and yanked the slingshot from the boy’s hand. “What’s your name?”
His bottom lip poked out. “Drew.”
“This is dangerous,” Annie said, shaking the slingshot at him. “It’s not a play toy. Why did you shoot me with it?”
He shrugged his little shoulders and looked away. “I don’t know.”
Annie turned to the oldest girl. “What’s your name?”
“Ginny,” she told her, looking her straight in the eye. “And we did it because we wanted to. That’s why. Because we wanted to.”
“Well, you can’t do that,” Annie declared.
Little Cassie whimpered and snuggled closer to Ginny, ducking her head.
“Don’t yell,” Ginny told Annie as she looped her arm around her little sister. “Cassie gets scared when people yell.”
Annie shoved the slingshot into her back pocket, beginning to feel like a brute towering over the children. Seated quietly on the ground, gazing up at her attentively, they looked like innocent little angels. Annie’s anger faded.
“Well, all right, no real harm done, I suppose,” she said. “But you’re not to shoot at any living thing ever again. Not people, animals or birds. Nothing. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” they chimed together.
“Good. Now—”
Hoofbeats pounded the ground behind her. Seeing the approaching rider, all three children scrambled to their feet. Cassie squealed and climbed straight up Annie’s leg into her arms. Annie spun around, pulling Ginny and Drew behind her, her heart racing. She was sure, from the looks on the children’s faces, that they were all about to be murdered.
The lone rider pulled his horse to a stop. The stallion tossed its head and pawed the ground.
“What’s going on here?” the man demanded.
Annie gulped. Good Lord, the man was huge—tall, with broad shoulders and a big chest. Seated atop the horse, he seemed to tower over them. Brown hair touched his collar. Dark eyes glared at her from beneath the brim of his hat.
“Well?” he demanded again. “What’s going on? What are you doing?”
Cassie squeezed Annie’s neck tighter. The other two children crowded closer behind her. Annie’s own fear turned to anger.
“I might ask you the same,” Annie declared, glaring up at him. “What business is it of yours?”
“I know,” Cassie whispered in her ear.
The man’s frown deepened.
Annie pushed her chin higher. “You’ve no business charging up like that, frightening the children. Who do you think you are?”
“I know,” Cassie said. “He’s our papa.”
Chapter Two
“He’s your…?”
“Papa,” Cassie said again.
Annie looked down at Ginny and Drew, who were peeking around her. They nodded.
She dared turn to the man again, withering beneath his harsh gaze. “You’re their…father?”
“I am.”
“Then that would make you…”
“Josh Ingalls.”
“Oh, dear.” Josh Ingalls. Her employer.
“What’s your name?” Josh demanded.
She gulped. “Annie. Annie Martin. I work here, tending the gardens.”
He looked at her long and hard. “I asked you what’s going on here.”
Cassie buried her face in Annie’s neck, holding on tighter. Ginny and Drew squeezed closer.
Certainly the man should know what his children had been up to. Shooting a person with a slingshot deserved punishment of some sort. But with the children cowering around her, Annie simply couldn’t bring herself to tell him what they’d done.
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Mr. Ingalls,” Annie said.
His eyes narrowed. He knew she was lying.
“I objected to their behavior,” she said. “I told them so.”
Josh’s brows went up. “And?”
Annie gazed right back at him. “You needn’t worry yourself with the details, Mr. Ingalls. I handled the situation.” She dropped Cassie to the ground and urged the children away. “Run along, now.”
For an instant they stood there, glancing at their father, then at Annie. She gave Ginny a little push. “It’s all right. Go play.”
Ginny grabbed her sister’s hand and the three of them raced away.
Annie watched them go, feeling the relief she’d seen in their little faces. Feeling, also, the heat of Josh’s gaze on her back.
She took a breath and turned to him. He didn’t seem to notice her as he watched the children disappear into the corn rows. “Damn…for what I pay a nanny, you’d think I could keep one here.”
Josh stared after the children a while longer, then looked down at Annie. “Come up to the house. Now.”
He didn’t wait for her reply, just touched his heels to the horse’s sides and galloped away.
A numb silence hung in his wake. Not even leaves dared to rustle in the trees overhead. Annie stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.
He was going to fire her.
Only a short while ago, everything had—finally—started to look up for her. She had a job she liked. She could help provide for her family.
She could save her little sister.
Annie’s stomach twisted into a knot. Of all the things that troubled her, that one was the worst.
Now, like everything else in her future, it was all gone. Simply because she couldn’t mind her own business.
Josh Ingalls would fire her. She was sure of it. And why shouldn’t he? After the way she’d spoken to him, the way she’d taken it upon herself to discipline his children.
It was none of her business. None at all.
With a heavy sigh, Annie headed toward the house. As she passed the garden, three little faces peeked out through the cornstalks.
“You’re gonna get it,” Drew predicted grimly.
“Get it good,” Ginny agreed solemnly.
Cassie nodded wisely.
Annie drew in a breath, shaking off the fear humming in her veins. “I’m sure your father simply wants to discuss something with me.”
The three children shared a skeptical look and shook their heads gravely.
Annie squared her shoulders and marched on toward the house.
“Wait!” Ginny ran after her and tugged her sleeve. “Are you going to tell Papa what we did? With the slingshot?”
Gazing down at the three frightened faces, Annie still couldn’t bring herself to tell their papa what they’d done.
“What happened is between us,” she told the children. “It’s our business. No one else’s.”
“That means you ain’t gonna tell?” Drew asked.
Annie smiled. “That’s exactly what it means.”
His eyes widened. “Truly? You ain’t gonna tell on us?”
“Truly,” Annie said.
Instead of a thank-you, or even a smile, Drew stuck out his tongue at her. Ginny grabbed little Cassie’s hand and they all ran away.
For a moment, Annie considered running after them. Escape. It certainly seemed preferable to what lay ahead of her at Mr. Ingalls’s house.
Annie trudged on. The house came into view. She imagined Josh Ingalls inside at this very moment, telling his foreman to find someone else to tend the gardens.
Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that Josh Ingalls was also looking for a nanny.
Her footsteps slowed as her mind spun. Annie had seen the last nanny leave two days ago. What was it Josh had said in the meadow just now? Something about how much he paid his nanny?
Money. Annie’s heart beat faster. She needed money for her family. If a nanny earned more than a farm worker, maybe she could—
At the rain barrel at the corner of the cookhouse, Annie pushed her straw hat off, letting it dangle against her back, and washed her face and hands. She did her best to brush the dust and dirt from her clothes.
Gracious, she hardly looked fit to enter such a fine home, especially now when she desperately needed to make a good impression. Now, with this great idea bubbling in her mind.
Annie hurried up the back steps. A woman blocked the door—tall, thin, with her dark hair streaked with gray and drawn back in a severe bun. She wore a black dress and a frown.
Mrs. Flanders, surely. Annie had never met the woman, but the other field workers she’d talked to here at the Ingalls farm had spoken of her. She ran the house.
“Miss Martin?” she asked, looking her up and down.
Annie managed a nod, feeling all the more out of place in her plain clothing.
“Follow me,” Mrs. Flanders instructed.
Trailing her through the house, Annie found her heart thumping in her chest. Thick carpets with intricate designs lay on the floors. Graceful furniture with carved arms and legs filled the rooms, along with framed paintings, delicate lanterns and figurines. Everything was elegant and pristine.
